Central Park (2020) s02e08 Episode Script

Look at him. Owen's sleeping like a baby.
Actually, he's sleeping
like an adult person on a Saturday.
Babies are terrible at sleeping,
but you wanna eat their little faces!
Anyway, I'm glad he's getting some rest.
He's had a tough week.
First, there was the toilet issue.
Who-- What? Why would someone
throw a toilet out a window?
Then there was the trash fire.
I should have called it a Segway fire.
More exciting.
I don't know why I didn't call it that.
And then there was the drunk possum.
Wait, did it drink rum?
Just walk around the tree, buddy.
Walk around-- Walk around it.
But Owen handled all of that
'cause he's the best.
Actually, everyone inside the castle
had a rough week.
I'm gonna go fast. Try to keep up.
Instead of writing about Bitsy
and the mayor's villainous plot,
Paige had to write an article on the top
ten best places in the city to get toast.
Cut my mouth. Stupid toast.
Poor Molly had a hard week with
her art teacher who just doesn't get her.
What do you mean?
I'm wishing it was more dimensional.
Wishing you were more dimensional.
-What's that?
-Nothing.
Wait, did you just spill coffee
on my drawing?
No.
And Cole.
He's been kinda wishing
that he had somewhere to play outside
that wasn't a public park.
I'm always doing stupid stuff?
You're always doing stupid stuff.
-Tell that to your haircut.
-At least I have a haircut.
-What?
-Nothing. Love your hair.
-What are you looking at?
-I'm gonna leave.
Okay, that covers it. Bad week.
Everybody's sleeping.
It's not weird that I'm watching them.
Wait. One more thing.
But it's not-- It's not a big deal at all.
Like at all.
Kingsley University offered Owen a job.
Yes, that Kingsley University.
The fancy, smart, rich one up
in Connecticut that thinks it's so great.
Anyway, they want Owen
to be the Olmsted and Vaux
of a huge plot of land
they acquired next to campus.
Olmsted and Vaux designed Central Park.
Look how old-timey they are.
Anyway, Owen isn't even
remotely considering taking the job
and moving to a different city
to start a new life,
because why would he, right?
He's not a dum-dum head.
The lady from the university
is calling today at 5:00.
Owen has to tell her
if he's taking the job or not.
I'm gonna
gracefully hide in this tree now.
I've been thinking.
Sorry. Did I scare you?
I thought you were asleep.
I was. Then I woke up
and started talking 'cause I'm alive.
Anyway, I've been thinking.
Maybe we should talk
more about this Kingsley thing.
I know you've had job offers before,
but this could be really good for us.
I know! Sorry, did I yell that?
But do we really wanna move?
Babe,
they're talking about selling the park,
and they froze out the Park League.
They're all over you.
Maybe you could work somewhere
that actually appreciates you.
Plus you'd be designing this new park.
It would be kind of yours.
Think about it.
I am thinking about it.
It's stressing me out.
I've been grinding my teeth all night.
Is that what that was? Good.
I thought we had termites.
And there's other stuff
they're throwing at us.
Free housing in a nice house
with a backyard
and free private school for the kids.
Damn, it's breathy in here.
Scooch over. I'm getting in.
Please don't be naked.
So, I talked to Brendan,
and we decided we could make things
work long-distance after we move.
It's not really long-distance.
Connecticut.
Don't say "Connecticut" at me.
It's long-distance
if I say it's long-distance,
which is romantic and cool.
Can we stop saying we're moving?
Nobody said we're moving.
Before we move,
there's something we have to do.
-There it is again.
-I tried to bring this up last night,
but it was job talk, job talk,
so this is what I wanted to say.
Enrique is telling me that sometimes
people in New York give away
all their Stackster pieces for free.
On the Internet, and sometimes
it's a lot of them. Like a lot.
They give them away for free? Really?
Yeah. They basically post a picture online
and say, "Come and get 'em,"
the way I imagine dating apps work.
I love free.
We could always use more Stacksters.
For our father-son builds?
Our little hands holding little blocks
building big, imaginary worlds?
Yes!
Owen, we should talk more.
The lady from Kingsley is calling at 5:00.
Yep, yep, yep.
Just gonna go get my computer
and look into this Stackster thing.
-Real quick.
-So quick.
Won't take long. Just gonna put on pants.
You know? I won't even put on pants.
That's my guy.
All right, scroll down.
Good. Keep scrolling.
I know how to use a computer.
-There. Click there.
-Clicking.
-Click better. Holy brick.
-Dear Lord.
So many Stacksters. Message them.
I am, I am. "Are your Stacksters
still available for pickup?" And send.
And now we wait.
There's a good chance
they already gave them away,
so let's try not to get our hopes up--
Oh, my God, she wrote back.
That was so fast.
"Come get them. Here's our address."
Oh, my God!
-Yes, yes!
-What's happening?
We hit the mother lode. We'll be back.
-Dad, pants?
-No time, Dad.
-We've got bricks to pick up.
-I forgot I wasn't wearing pants.
Come on, Molly. He was about
to leave the house with no pants on.
-You were gonna let me?
-Yes. Would have been incredible.
Sorry. We're not gonna get
that chance again for a while, huh?
No.
This is the fastest
I've ever driven through the park.
I don't want anybody
to get those bricks before us.
If they do, you run them down.
You run them down!
I will. I'll do it.
We got the bricks, we got the bricks
We got the bricks
We got the bricks
We got--
She just gave you these?
Yeah. Her son went to college,
so these are ours now.
You guys are cold-blooded.
That poor kid probably doesn't know
she gave them away.
-Can we just build, please?
-Yep, yep. Let's do it.
Okay, can we talk first?
This job offer is potentially
maybe more important than Stacksters.
-Bite your tongue.
-Owen, we need to talk!
Okay, okay. We're gonna talk.
We're gonna talk so much,
but I just have to build first
for an indefinite amount of time.
Maybe there's a comparison here.
Think about this.
Sometimes in life,
somebody offers you something nice,
and you just have to take it.
Like these Stacksters.
This morning, we didn't have them,
and now we do.
AKA when someone offers you
something nice, you take it.
Don't make the Stacksters
about this job offer.
That gives me an idea. Let's make
these Stacksters about this job offer.
-No.
-This is a great, maybe perfect idea.
I think we should all build the lives
we could have
if Dad was gonna take this job.
No. You can't tell somebody what to build.
I like it. Yes, we get to build
our amazing, perfect future lives.
No, there's no rules.
You build whatever you want.
I love it.
I'm gonna build my perfect future life.
And then we can present
our perfect future--
I'm not gonna do the whisper thing.
Then we can present our perfect future
living-in-Connecticut-and-loving-it
lives to each other.
-All right, let's build.
-Build whatever you want.
All right, let's spread out.
I need more room.
Farther away from all of you. I love you.
Oh, my God, I did so good. I'll go first.
-Can we just build?
-Nope.
Our new house is just off the prestigious
campus of Kingsley University.
My room in our new house is simple.
A mattress on the floor, art books
for genius artists scattered about.
Wait, so you're a gymnast
in your future life?
No, ignore her outfit. I thought
she was cute, and she kinda has my hair.
Anyway, shush.
To make money, I take
a job as the janitor at the university.
Wait, you get a job in this scenario?
You're not going to school or--
Lot of questions
during my future life presentation.
Sorry.
Hi. How's it going? Yep, just the janitor.
No need to talk to me.
That's all the time we have today
in super-advanced art class.
For extra credit, what I've written
here on the chalkboard
is a description of a drawing
that's nearly impossible to draw.
If you could somehow
manage to draw this drawing,
you would be in the rare company
with the likes of Monet, Van Gogh
and that MAD magazine guy.
Good luck. Class dismissed.
There's no way I could draw that.
That's impossible.
You'd have to be
a super double art genius to draw that.
Come on. Let's go get a really expensive
lunch with our rich daddies' money.
That night,
I was all alone, mopping the hall.
-You're still mopping?
-It's a lot of mopping, okay?
But I didn't come here to mop.
I came here to do art.
If I could just believe in myself.
The blank page is so frightening
Like a tiger staring back
I've got my colors here beside me
To guide me and hide me
From the attack
Sometimes I feel like I can see things
Things that no one else can see
And I just wish
That someone else could tell me
That they see them too
But then again
It's kinda cool that it's just me
I know that I could be
I could be something amazing
If I just let myself be free
Create the things that amaze me
If I could paint the world
The way I wanna see the world
Then that's the world
That I would wanna be in
Take all the light that glows in me
And shine it like a sun
I think I could be
Someone to believe in
I'm always cleaning up these messes
Beautiful patterns on the floor
I wish this mop could be
A gigantic paintbrush
So I could show them all
That I've got more in store
I know that I could be
I could be something amazing
If I just let myself be free
Create the things that amaze me
If I could paint the world
The way I wanna see the world
Then that's the world
That I would wanna be in
Take all the light that glows in me
And shine it like a sun
I think I could be
Someone to believe in
If I could paint the world
The way I wanna see the world
Then that's the world
That I would wanna be in
Take all the light that glows in me
And shine it like the sun
I think I could be someone
To believe in
At night, I sneak out of the house
to hang out with my dumber,
slightly violent townie friends.
Hey, Molly.
We should beat up that guy over there.
He bumped into me,
and said, "Excuse me," but in a weird way.
Let's fight that guy. Right? Molly.
Sorry, I was doing a drawing in my head.
Let's not fight him.
Can we finally go beat up
your old art teacher?
He's so stupid
not to get how art smart you are.
You know what? I'm gonna get out of here.
Are you serious?
We don't get to do fighting?
-I gotta go see about a chalkboard.
-I just got chills.
The impossible drawing. Here we go.
"Draw a turtle playing basketball
underwater, Garfield style."
You can do this, Molly.
Wait, that's the impossible drawing?
What's Garfield style?
Exactly, Mom. What is it?
Seems impossible, doesn't it?
I guess.
Word got out that the impossible
drawing had been drawn,
and people packed the lecture hall
to find out who had drawn it.
It's beautiful.
Someone in my art class is an art genius.
Go on, step forward. Show yourself.
Don't be shy. Step forward.
It's not time to clean really,
young janitor girl!
I'm stepping forward!
What? Your floor buffer is too loud.
I can't hear you.
Sorry, I was trying to multitask.
I said, I'm stepping forward.
That's my drawing.
-But you're--
-The janitor? Yeah. I know.
Turns out
I can draw the crap out of a turtle
-and buff the crap out of a floor.
-How did you learn how to do this?
I get it from my dad, I think.
He's a genius in his own way.
He made the decision to move here,
and he realized all of his dreams.
He built the park here,
and it won number one best park
and that inspired me last night.
Let's hear it for my dad.
And that's when my life changed.
My ability as a visual artist
had finally been recognized.
After word got out that I had successfully
drawn the impossible drawing,
I was asked by France
to hang some of my work in the Louvre.
The country of France asked you?
Yeah. I don't really have time to explain
how the whole art world works, Cole.
Where was I? Yeah.
I was leaving the Louvre,
which is pronounced Louvre, Mom.
-What?
-And I ran into my old art teacher.
He was in line for my show.
He looked like crap.
He didn't realize it was me. I spilled
coffee on him, and it felt great.
The end. You're welcome.
If we don't move to Connecticut, I'll
never get my work put up in the Louvre.
I don't think they do that. Never mind.
Why am I saying that? Sounds great.
It's a good story, Molly.
-So should we start packing?
-No.
I wanna show my future life.
This will help.
Our new house is the perfect place
for me to live and work.
I wake up next to my handsome husband.
He sleeps in now because at his new job,
he gets to make his own hours.
He's stress-free
and his muscles got really big.
-Because he's a wrestler?
-No. He's just super strong now.
-And you're a mermaid?
-Yes, I'm beautiful.
I just-- I can't walk anywhere,
'cause I have a tail.
-Here. Swap these out.
-That is better. Thank you.
Every morning,
I wake up with my human legs,
have a sensible breakfast,
and drive through the country.
After we moved,
I realized I was never gonna crack
the big Bitsy-Mayor corruption piece
I was working on,
so I wrote fiction,
which I hadn't done in 20 years,
and they published
the first thing I turned in.
They were like,
"We have zero notes," and it was a hit.
I got a 15-book deal.
My detective series "Hunter Gatherer"
was about a woman detective
named Hunter who "gathered" evidence.
-I have a note.
-I do too.
If it's about the title,
I don't want to hear it.
-Never mind.
-It's not a great title.
Cruising down the road
And look at me go now
I'm an author
Just like Jodi Picoult now
Hit detective series
With Reddit fan page theories
It's the Doctor!
Former journalist
That's got a new headline
"Local woman hits paperback big time"
Going on my book tours
Hitting all the famous bookstores
Cramp, cramp!
Check it out, here's a different Paige
Check me out while I turn the page
Living that good life
Knew-that-I-could life
Now, now, now
Look at how now we meditate
Wow, 'cause we're now
On a different wave
Startin' our days with yoga and sage
Like ow, ow
Not flexible yet.
When I get a call
From Hollywood's number
I pick it up, they say "What up?
And we wonder would you be ecstatic
If your books were cinematic?"
Cut to: I'm on a set
And giving notes on the screenplay
I'm pounding lattes
From the crafty caffeine tray
Acting nonchalant, 'kay
That we somehow cast Beyoncé
Every few months, we take vacations
That's where I get my inspirations
Deep-sea dives
Looking fish in the eyes, like
Then we go to the dolphin encounter
Swimming with dolphins,
Nothing profounder
Setting them free
'Cause they belong in the sea
Like, go, go
This took a weird turn.
Never thought I'd make
The New York Times Best Seller List
Twenty-seven times
Never thought my life could ever be
Looking like a Nancy Meyers film
Where everything's cream, cream, cream
The kitchen's so clean, clean, clean
There's always pastries on the counter
Like, how did they get there?
How does she have the time to bake?
'Cause I'm amazing
No life looks perfect on the page
I'm grateful for every former stage
And life can be rocky
But look where it got me
Now, now, now
Cruising down the road
And look me go now
I'm an author
Just like Jodi Picoult now
Connecticut. It's so beautiful here.
I'm glad my husband is extremely talented
and that we moved here.
Look at that bunny rabbit in the road.
Okay, move out of the way,
little bunny rabbit.
You gotta move.
Oh, my God, bunny, move.
Why aren't you moving?
Wait. You crashed your car
in your own story
about how amazing your life is gonna be?
Yes. Don't do this. You'll see.
I tried to escape, but couldn't.
Eventually, I lost consciousness.
-What the--
-Good. Sleepyhead's finally awake.
Who are you? Why did you strap me down?
You dirty bird. What about
a little thank you for saving your life?
-Thank you, Margarett.
-Thank you, Margaret.
No, it's Margarett with two T's.
-Margarett?
-No.
-M-Margarett?
-Not even close.
Should we just go ahead
and undo these straps?
It's for your own good.
You're too weak to stand up.
Mom, this feels kinda dark.
Stop interrupting. This woman
is obsessed with me. It's great.
Why is that great?
I always wanted to have a stalker.
I told you that.
-You did?
-Yes.
A literary stalker
is the ultimate compliment.
-Don't you want a park stalker?
-No.
What?
I found your skinny computer in your car,
and I found the next Hunter Gatherer
manuscript, and I read it.
I had some thoughts.
Wouldn't it be better
if Hunter met, say, an older woman
with a quirky sense of humor,
and she helps Hunter solve a case.
And her name could be Annie Hoo-Dunnit.
She could end up getting her own
series of books too. Do you love it?
You know, Hunter's kind of a loner.
Usually, but in this one,
maybe Hunter's toe is broken,
and she needs a little help
getting around.
What do you mean? Ow, ow, ow, ow.
So, yeah, maybe
she just hasn't met the right friend yet,
and maybe Annie Hoo-Dunnit's
catch phrase is,
"Who done it? You done it."
I like it. I like it a lot.
Good, you let go of my toe.
I'm gonna start thinking now.
Then you'll write it. Here. With me.
'Cause I've got a bunch of ideas,
and you've got a bunch of toes.
Who wants banana yogurt?
You do.
-I do?
-I'll get it. You start thinking.
This is so fun. We're writing.
So, there I was, strapped
to the chair. Full of banana yogurt.
Being forced to write on an old computer
with a dusty old mouse.
I played along.
Margarett checked on me constantly.
Hello. How's it going?
So good. So good.
So exciting. Do you need to poop?
-No.
-I do!
And every second I was alone,
I spent plotting my escape.
But then, I got lucky.
Behind the document
was an AOL login screen.
All I had to do
was figure out the password.
I think I know what AOL is.
I've heard tell of it from yesteryear.
Some young, vibrant people
still have an AOL email address.
Every time Margarett
would pop her head in the door,
I'd switch the window back
to the document before she noticed.
I needed more time.
You have one more password attempt
before you are locked out.
Think, Paige. You're so smart.
You can figure this out. Of course.
You did it. You're online.
I gotta email Owen.
"Crazy old lady kidnapped me.
Her name's Margarett with two T's.
I don't know if that's relevant.
Anyway, I'm in a cabin.
Don't know the address. I see trees.
Maybe birch trees?
You're the tree guy.
I don't know. Come quick."
And send. Oh, no, this mouse. Ugh.
Who wants another banana yogurt?
What's that sound?
Is that my AOL you're on?
No AOL, you don't.
Somebody's been
a very naughty little writer.
Connection lost. So sad. Too bad.
You take this, and I'll take this.
Now, get back to work.
She left me there with yogurt in my lap.
I had no idea if my email went out.
I was afraid all hope was lost.
I had a lot of lap yogurt that night.
Owen!
I came as quickly as I could.
I didn't even put on pants.
You got Dad
to leave the house without pants.
I got the email.
Really great tree identification, sweetie.
-Made it super easy to find you.
-Thanks, babe.
Let's get out of here.
No one's going anywhere.
Come at me, Mr. Hot Legs.
Owen wrestled Margarett to the ground.
Please don't make me wrestle an old lady
in my underwear.
You do that every night. Okay, fine.
You only wrestle for a few seconds,
and then we jump out the window,
and we're safe.
What a story.
Who wouldn't wanna move now, huh?
-Totally confusing.
-What?
It sounded really scary and bad.
I feel like if I tell it
one more time from the top--
Oh, no. No, thanks, Mom.
It's my turn, and I've been building
while you were talking.
I mean, listening also.
But Dad, I think,
is gonna be really excited
about some of the stuff
I was doing over here,
-and now he's ready to come to my world.
-Nope. Don't like this.
Dad, shh.
After Father does the right thing
and accepts the position as top park
design person at Kingsley University,
I had my very own,
I believe the term is, backyard,
and it was glorious.
I love my dad.
What's that, son? I came out to play.
Hey, Dad.
I was just yelling that I love you
while standing in our new backyard.
That's nice. You're my favorite child.
The other one's fine, but you're perfect.
Should we hold hands
and spin around and laugh?
Yes.
-This is ridiculous.
-Hey, I wanna get in on this.
Yay!
Okay, okay. Back to the story.
Mom does have an errand to do.
Kinda focusing on Dad here right now, Mom.
Right, right. I'm gonna leap over
this fence and go do judo,
'cause they have that here.
What should we do with this backyard, Dad?
We spun around, we laughed.
Do you have any ideas?
You always have great ideas.
Actually, I was talking to a professor
in the science department,
and he said they have a rocket ship
they don't need anymore.
You wouldn't want a rocket ship
in our backyard, would you?
Sounds boring. What else you got?
Just kidding. That's amazing.
Like a real rocket ship?
We're at Kingsley University now, son.
Of course, it's a real rocket ship.
Yay!
Oh, my God. No. Please skip that part.
There's one thing.
My rocket scientist professor friend said
it still has a little fuel in the tank,
so whatever you do,
don't press the launch button, okay?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, okay. For sure.
Yeah. Totally. Yeah, no, definitely.
I'm in--
Whoo! That was incredible.
Well, got that out of my system.
Happy I'm back, and no one will ever know.
-Good night, rocket ship.
-Nighty night.
-Are you an alien?
-Yes, sir.
You don't have to call me sir.
I'm just a boy.
I'm a big boy. Wait, you speak English?
-A little bit.
-Oh, my God, you're so cute.
I jumped on when you passed my planet.
You seemed like a cool dude.
-What do I feed you?
-I only eat once a year,
-but I need to play all the time. Yay!
-Yay!
Everything was great, that is,
until the government showed up.
I'll get it, 'cause I'm so relaxed
and happy in this new life,
I don't mind getting up.
I work for the government.
Have any of you seen an alien lately?
We wanna do experiments on him
and poke him a lot.
He won't like it, but it'll be good
for science. Maybe. We don't know.
-No.
-Nope. No.
-No.
-No. No.
Okay, bye. If you see him, let us know
because we're looking for him,
and we really wanna poke him a lot.
-Oh, no, Norg. What do we do?
-I'm frightened.
We're gonna get you out of here.
This was a fun playdate,
but we gotta get you home.
We don't want you to get experimented on,
no matter how many diseases
your blood might be able to cure.
Twenty. I think it's 20.
Wow, that's a lot.
Did I say 20? I mean zero.
Let's get you home.
So, we fired up the engines
for one last flight
in our backyard rocket ship,
but then suddenly,
who showed up, but the army.
Wait, we can use other toys?
Yeah, you could've, but you didn't.
I don't know what that says about you.
They had us in their sights.
If we took off,
they would've blasted us out of the sky.
It was up to Dad to talk to the army.
Cole, let me talk to them.
I'm feeling really relaxed and well-rested
because I took this job.
I know. Your skin looks fantastic.
Let me see if
I can make the army be relaxed.
Dad was amazing.
In just a few minutes,
he had the army so chilled out.
Yay!
Norg got home safely,
and everyone lived happily ever after
unless you had one of those 20 diseases
that Norg's blood could have cured.
The end.
It's not a contest, but I think I win.
If it was a contest, you'd be disqualified
for too much spinning
and using other toys.
I'm not sure why you were allowed
to do that. We're all mad at you.
-I thought it was beautiful, honey.
-You are correct.
Dad, what about you? Where you at?
The lady's calling in 15 minutes.
Are we moving?
I don't know. I don't know.
Can I show you what I built?
This is the new park
at Kingsley University.
What the--
It's incredible.
My rocket ship was good too.
It was great, Cole.
Dang it. Can't get this tree to stay up.
It keeps falling.
Dad, you're really good
at building with these things.
I know, right?
Crap, tree fell again. Here we go.
All right, here's me walking
through my park, feeling good.
We needed the lows
To see how high our hopes could climb
But now we know
Just what we want to find
So look at me now
I'm living idealistically
I found my bliss even unrealistically
We're out of the park
I'm out of the dark
No worries following me
I'm strong as a mule
I'm living by my own rules
No shoes, no shirt
No problems, you see
This tree is a pith
It's kind of hurting my vibe here
It's starting to kill
What I am trying to describe here
'Cause everything else
I've built is so impeccable
Ugh, stupid tree
I'm gonna kill it with chemicals
Then I chop it down
And put it in the wood chipper
Cut this tree up
Like I'm Jack the Ripper
You okay, Dad?
What? What? Yeah, I'm just processing.
We all need the lows
To see how high our hopes can climb
And now we know
And now we know
Just what we're gonna find
We can't know if life
Will hand us happiness and love
But what we got, the life we got
We've gotta be proud of
Wherever we land
There'll still be trees
That won't stand
Our troubles won't disappear
Just 'cause we don't live as near
They'll be following you
So better to follow through
With all the loose ends
And old friends
You've gotta make amends with all
'Cause problems follow you
And memories follow too
A creepy stalker
Named Margarett might follow you, yeah
But look behind you
Your family's following you
There's only one thing to do
You've got to follow
Through
-I don't wanna take the job.
-Thank God.
Feels good.
-What?
-I thought I wanted a different life,
but I think
I was just wanting that for you
because you seem so stressed these days.
But to be honest, I love it here, and I--
I could never walk away from the paper
and the life we have here
and the story I want to write.
And, hey, maybe somebody
will stalk me here.
That's the spirit, hon.
I don't think
I really wanted to move either.
There's probably a really annoying
art teacher in Connecticut too,
who spills, like, chili on everything.
-I don't know what they eat there.
-Probably chili.
And I don't wanna leave New York.
I love it here.
I have one of those shirts that says,
"I heart New York."
They don't just give those out.
I have one too, and you know what?
I do heart New York.
I thought I wanted my own backyard
but what kid can say
that Central Park is their own backyard?
I'm the only kid that can say that.
Hello?
Plus, they might have spaceships
in Connecticut,
but do they have squirrels?
I don't think so.
That's right, no squirrels in Connecticut.
Out here.
I knew the whole time
that he wasn't gonna take the job.
Did I seem scared? I was not scared.
I was totally confident.
Why did I fall out of a tree?
Physical comedy. You're welcome.
I'm just gonna lay here
for a little while.
Not because I'm hurt. I'm totally fine.
Every few months, we take vacations
That's where I get my inspirations
Deep-sea dives
Looking fish in the eyes, like
Look at how now we meditate
Wow, 'cause we're now
On a different wave
Startin' our days with yoga and sage
Like ow, ow
Cramp, cramp!
Then we go to the dolphin encounter
Swimming with dolphins
Nothing profounder
Setting them free
'Cause they belong in the sea
Like, go, go
Check it out, here's a different Paige
Check me out while I turn the page
Living that good life
Knew-that-I-could life
Now, now, now
How does she have the time to bake?
'Cause I'm amazing